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You've got red shoes
And a sports car
You think you're really cool, I gotta say
You just don't know what games to play
You like football
And playing Saturdays
When the weekend's gone you go to work
In a nasty office as a balling clerk
So don't you tell me
I'm not listening
I've already heard it
You better watch your back
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
No more
Bored, no conversation
You've got credit cards, leather drive
That's no lunch with the nine to five
You've got timeshare
For your holidays
It's the same routine, the lovely
The friends you keep, your life will take a fall
Don't you tell me
I'm not listening
I've already heard it
You better watch your back
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on